The date officially launched with a monumental demonstration of unhinged capitalism. Richard’s custom sports car screeched to a halt outside the capital's most exclusive multi-story designer boutique, which had been entirely cleared of other clients because Richard simply bought out the afternoon reservation schedule with a single phone call.
They strolled down the polished marble aisles between nervous personal shoppers. Richard walked half a step behind Felix, looking striking in his charcoal cashmere overcoat and texturized dark blonde hair, his hands tucked into his trousers while his blue eyes tracked Felix's every move.
Felix was in his element. His texturized black wolf-cut swayed with every step as the dog-eared hair clips bobbed, and dragging Richard by the wrist kept sliding his oversized white t-shirt off his left shoulder to flash his pale collarbone and neck beauty mark.
"Look at these, Mr. CEO!" Felix pointed at a rack of Italian leather jackets, his dog ears twitching. "I wonder if they have a deep burgundy to match my art student look!"
"Buy it. Buy the entire rack," Richard replied, his cheeks flushing crimson as he swiped his unlimited black corporate card. Internally, his Alpha instincts threw a tantrum over the exposed neck beauty mark and the staring personal shoppers.
The scene shifted to the flashing neon chaos of a VIP arcade hall. Richard stood awkwardly before a tactical shooting simulation, gripping a heavy plastic rifle with rigid corporate posture and sweating lightly.
"I shall attempt to deploy a strategic defensive formation..." Richard began formally.
Before he could reload, Felix’s elite assassin reflexes took over. Holding his plastic gun with one hand while his shorts showcased his slim legs, he popped a bubblegum bubble and pulverized the machine's programming with blinding speed, clearing three hundred targets in a row to rack up an "Unstoppable Perfection" combo.
"Your reaction metrics are way too slow, Mr. CEO!" Felix smirked, his wolf-cut strands swaying as he claimed the number one leaderboard spot.
Next, they entered a secret runway launch for European elite investors. As the velvet curtains opened, flashing paparazzi cameras completely ignored the multi-million-euro models, spinning around to photograph Felix's off-the-shoulder shirt instead.
Richard’s expression shifted to a stone-cold Alpha mask. "Secretary," he commanded in a dark rumble, "if a single one of those photographs leaves this room, I will liquidate their entire publishing corporation by sunset."
"Whatever! The fashion show is boring," Felix said, popping a macaroon. "Let's go get fine dining."
After ordering the entire culinary menu at a three-star Michelin restaurant and happily munching on gold-leaf desserts, they ended their day at a private vehicle and maritime dealership.
Inside an enclosed pavilion sat a pristine custom supercar painted midnight-pearl black with cream-leather interiors matching Felix's silk shirt.
"If the dimensions of this vehicle satisfy your preferences... the registration is already processed in your name," Richard murmured, his ears burning crimson.
Felix rested his hands on the hood, his dog ears twitching with pure delight. Rising on his tiptoes, his soft hair brushed Richard’s chiseled jaw as he pressed a swift, feather-light peck onto the tycoon's scorching red cheek.
Richard’s soul vaporized, his knees buckling into a dazed trance. "I... I shall procure a dozen more cars. For... your groceries."
The showroom was filled with multi-million-euro matte-black hypercars and golden pedestals displaying yacht blueprints. Felix walked up to a hyper-futuristic sports car with scissor doors, pointing at the windshield before looking back at Richard with a heart-melting pout.
"Alright, Mr. Generous CEO!" Felix flashed a sexy grin, his dog ears twitching. "We bought the clothes, smashed the high scores, and roasted the fashion show. Now, let’s buy this hypercar! And our new superyacht boat! Let's get the contracts signed, Richard!"
Richard stood by the counter, his face turning a burning shade of crimson. His hands shook slightly as he signed the wire transfer papers without looking at the price, his inner Alpha crying tears of joy as the word 'our' echoed in his head.
"Our car. Our boat. Yes," Richard whispered lovesickly. "The titles shall be structured under our joint asset names immediately."
Felix laughed and spun his new keys, unaware he had locked Spain's top billionaire into his ultimate fanboy.
The sports car glided to a halt in the subterranean garage of Felix's skyscraper. Richard gripped the wheel, a massive blush glued to his face.
Felix unlatched his seatbelt, his wolf-cut swaying as his oversized t-shirt slipped off his shoulder to flash his collarbone and neck beauty mark. Leaning across the console, he cupped Richard's jawline and pressed a sweet, lingering peck onto his burning cheek.
SMOOCH.
Richard turned rigid. "Aw, Mr. Generous CEO," Felix giggled, curling his lips into a teasing grin. "You paid for everything! Next time, I promise I will get you dinner."
Stepping out, Felix walked toward the elevator, then looked back over his shoulder with an angelic smile. "Today was really fun, Richard!" He blew a playful kiss toward the driver's seat and vanished into the elevator.
Inside the car, Richard sat frozen for five minutes, his face a catastrophic shade of red. His trembling fingers touched the spot on his cheek where Felix's lips had rested.
"He kissed my cheek," Richard whispered dazed. "He said 'next time'... Oh my god, I am the happiest man alive..."
When he returned to the Destiano Estate, he floated through the doors, tossed his briefcase aside, and marched up the stairs clutching his phone to his chest. The cold corporate emperor of Spain had been completely neutralized by a single peck on the cheek.
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